The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 24

        I struggle as the griffin man keeps an iron grip upon my arms. He then put the sharp part of his beak on my neck. He puts it hard enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood.
        "One more of those," he pauses and presses a little harder. "And I'll rip your head of with my beak. Understood?" I growl, telling him that he's understood. The wolf guy then growls the same words.
        "Change for me," he growls, his hot breath burning the skin on my ear. I growl as my head drops and my arms start to wrap around me. I try to hold it back, but a loud and inhumanly snarl escapes from my lips. I bare my pointy teeth and give him the glare of Satan. I struggle and snarl as my anger goes over boiling. I struggle and jerk, trying hard to get out of the iron grip. I feel myself turning. I fall to my knees, the griffin releasing me but keeping his wings ready in case I decide to make a run for it again. I'm not gonna be going anywhere, let me tell ya that.
        "Fuck you both!" I scream in pain. I scream as my bones and muscles pop and crack. I feel myself losing control of my actions. The wolf is coming through, and there isn't much I can do to stop it. I'm trying, but it's like trying to push through a solid brick wall. It's hard and I'm trying the best I can. I growl and grunt as I try to keep my body from changing, which doesn't stop, but only slows it down a bit and makes it more painful. A tail sprouts and fur starts to spread and bristle as it comes. My ears somehow get to the top of my head and become pointy, which immediately flatten back with pain and anger. I bare my pointy teeth and snarl at them both.
        "What'd I tell you about escaping?" The griffin man snarls in a birdie fashion. I growl. "Yea, try it. I dare ya." Instead of jumping off, I pounce on him. My body is now almost fully transformed. I slash and claw and gnash my teeth. My control is slipping, but I hold it back.
        I need to save my friends, I tell myself, trying to put motivation into my head. They might die if you lose it now. Now isn't the time for free-roaming. I attack them both and buy some time while they get their shit together. I burst through the doors and find Ryan and Matt ties to metal operation-looking tables. They have tubes going into their arms and the rest of their body. I don't know if I'm too late or not, but they physically look fine. I grab them anyway and pull the tubes. They're awake, but in pain and very weak.
        By some miracle of life, I make it out. Those two mutations of life back there obviously put no effort in catching me (which scares me on many levels) because I clearly saw them 'chasing' after me. I get them home, using up all of my energy and adrenaline. By the time we get home, I'm just as exhausted as they are.
        "I'm taking a nap," Matt says. "We can talk about whatever later." With us all being tired, our brain can't say anything else other than "sleep". We all pass out on the couch, our dreams coming.

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I'm turning, my shrieks joined with two others. I look over and see Ryan, he's shifting in pain as well as Matt. What they're turning into, I haven't a clue. They shriek and scream as their body turns too.
        Everything becomes a nightmarish blur for me, and all I remember are gnashing teeth and slashing claws.

***

I wake up with a gasp and Ryan is already awake, not looking like he had good sleep. Matt is growling lowly and rolling around a bit. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and adjust my glasses (I was too tired to worry about them) and run my fingers through my hair. Ryan's eyes are tinted light blue in the light and his teeth are a bit pointy. I don't know if it's just me, but I promise Matt's hair is darker.
        "Hey Ryan," I say while keeping my gaze on Matt's hair. "Is it just me, or is Matt's hair darker than usual?" Ryan looks over at Matt. His expression instantly changes and he furrows his brow. He scratches his short beard before answering.
        "Yea, I can agree with that," Ryan says. "It does look darker." It's silent for the rest of the time until Matt wakes up. Matt's eyes are a bit lighter, but his whites are a bit darker. It's odd. I really wonder what those two assholes turned my friends into. We wait till sunset and they get worse in condition. They weaken even more than before and they say that they feel terrible. They have the same symptoms, the squirming, the pain, and complete discomfort.
        We tie ourselves down, already having gone to the store for extra chains, and waiting for the time. Ryan starts first. He growls at first before screaming. Dark brown fur spreads over his body. His eyes go to a light, frosty blue, and his teeth becoming big. His ears get to the top of his head and become small and round. A long snout grows and a small, short, and stubby tail just barely sprout from his tailbone. His hands grow into huge five-fingered paws with skinny, black claws. If you haven't guessed it yet. He's turning into a bear, which actually suits him.
        Now it's Matt's turn. He screams as (shockingly) fur that's black as pitch sprouts over his body. He then grabs his forehead as a little horn starts to sprout. I'm honestly confused as to what the hell he's turning into. His hands then painfully turn to hooves and he grows a horse-like tail. He is becoming a horse. Or something like that. A UNICORN!!! But to be honest, he's the coolest damn unicorn I've ever seen. He looks like a unicorn from Hell. Everything about him is black as pitch. All but his eyes. It's hard to explain, but try to bear with me here. His whole eyes are black except for some kind of horizontal very thick line kinda. It's not a straight line, but some kinda line that makes him appear angry all of the time. Before he entirely finishes, it's then my turn. I try to hold it back, but can't.
        "Oh fuck!" I growl as the wolf wins. "COME THE FUCK ON!!!" It doesn't work. I shift and turn and scream in pain. My vision becomes sharper as my eyes get used to not having any glasses. I spit out the blood and press my hands to my head as a splitting headache comes on. When I look, Matt has a long, shining, black horn. He's majestic yet demonic at the same time. I'd examine his beauty a bit more, but my world goes black.
        I wake up the next day with a headache that's really, really bad. I groan loudly and keep my eyes closed. I feel awful today. I growl and slowly get up, half-heartedly opening my eyes. Matt and Ryan are waking up too, not looking like they're having the best time either. I arch my back and growl again. Something ain't right. I don't know what it is, but it's the opposite of right. It's wrong. I push myself up to where I'm on my hands and knees. My vision blurs even worse since I don't have my glasses on. In fact, they actually blur in and out of focus. If my ears were still pointy and on top of my head, they'd be flattened against my skull right now. In fact, it almost feels like I have on my head. I spit out the stale, bloody spit in my mouth and bare my unusually pointy teeth. They aren't all the way, but still pointier than usual. I just feel terrible.
        Right now, I'm not sure what it is, but it isn't right.

Authors Note
Sorry for the crappy end of this chapter. I'm out of town until tomorrow and haven't had much time to type. Please enjoy, I will be heading back home tomorrow.